{THREE MONTHS LATER}
Alpha Mitch sat in his office in total darkness, few bottles of liquor and an ashtray filled to the brim were on the table before him.
He sat rigidly and stared blankly ahead, one could easily mistake him for a dead person if not for the occasional rising and falling of his chest.
For the first month that Tristan has been with Agatha, he had gone to her place every other day. Hoping he would see him as the worry was eating away at him, but she always sent him away until she warned him not to come back until she asked him to.
And for the next month he had done nothing but drank and smoked all the time.
He had previously quit smoking before he and Tristan got married but he had a relapse because there was no other way to distract himself.
This last month had been better, he had appeared better, worked and functioned properly. The people around him had assumed he was moving on from the Omega but today he wasn't doing well.
